by Michael Keshigian
order to think,
contemplate and appreciate
brought on by modern life,
often took to strolling
the public gardens
the calmness of time-honored trees
survived the patriotic acts of revolution,
far enough away
the street crowd and traffic noise,
at the intersection
Bolyston and Tremont.
down the winding,
tar paths were minimal,
vendors, beggars, prostitutes,
public speakers attracting crowds
day, only a place to find refuge.
he reflected upon his quickly dissipating,
allotment of time,
acquiescence to a battle
lack of owning responsibility,
feigning privilege and apathy
years seem to imply
the folly of those who still engage.
female runner skirted by,
youthful, amazingly trim,
is wonderful, he muttered,
air so full of rebellion.
wandered off again
a comic reverie of pursuit
the tender excitement of discovery.
must find my running shoes, he mused.
Keshigian’s thirteenth poetry
collection, The Garden Of Summer, was released April,
2019 by Flutter Press. He has been widely published in numerous national
and international journals, recently including Red River Review, Sierra
Nevada Review, Oyez Review, Bluepepper, Muddy River Review,
and Smoky Quartz, and has appeared as feature writer in over twenty
publications with 7 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations.